wint'swords

As I sit, Looking over the hill, The air is cool, The air is still. Over the hill, An expression, Of one growing old, A very old one, I am told. This old body, One having much pain, Feels a little better, In the sunshine, A little worse in the rain. When I get up, Get up to move, I walk with a little less legs, And a little more cane. This old body, May be falling apart, But my soul, My spirit, Are strong, And everlasting, Because I have Jesus, He lives in my heart!